admire

A warm glow
A light that radiates excellence 
Illuminating a love I crave to have in my life
Your glorious melanin shimmering in a golden aura
The beautiful light in your heart
Attracts me like a moth to a flame
A flare of passion that is hidden under your pain
Like a sunrise waiting for the dusk to pass
Meeting your grace at its twilight 
How does one become worthy of your radiance
How does one earn your glittering kiss
How does one dance in your light
When one’s love is left to step in the dark
Overlooked in the shadows 
Lost in a void of assumptions and insecurities 
Perpetually planning to escape this empty vacuum of space between us
One’s moment to earn your presence 
What does one have to do to be accepted into your celestial light

Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin - find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.
—  Maya Angelou

I always talk about how I didn’t fall in love
with you for your physical features
but I noticed how I never talked about
how much I love them nonetheless
I guess it was to show that I was different
from anyone else you’ve ever encountered
and to make sure that when I said I’m in love with you
I wasn’t loving you for the wrong reasons


Your eyes – brown like most people on Earth
but yours drew me in out of all of them
Your eyes have this intensity in them to where
I can’t stare at them for too long because I feel
I’ll unravel right before your very eyes subjecting me to vulnerability
But I love them because when I do stare on rare occasions
it feels like it’s just the two of us
and we’re staring deeply into each other’s souls
Your eyes – the color of honey sprinkled with chocolate shavings
if I couldn’t see them I probably wouldn’t believe
that there could a “you and me”


Your lips – pink, plump, and plush
I imagine myself trailing my finger across them
and watch as they part slightly like rose petals at first bloom
feeling soft and looking sweet like apple-blossoms
Picturing how kissable your lips are and the impact
it would have on us if we ever decided to take that step
Your lips – the example of forbidden fruit
and the definition of sweet temptation


Your skin – bronzed, almost golden brown like
and being able to hold your hand and feel the softness
as well as the roughness of your palms
will probably be the closest to skin on skin contact
I’ll have with you
Your skin – as soft as silk and satin


Your dimple – my favorite feature that you possess
always warms my heart when I see it deepen with your smile
it makes you radiant and gives you the glow of the sunset
shows your boyish charm and makes an appearance
when you’re doing acts of mischief and playful behavior
Your dimple – I hope I get to see it as long as I live


You – every feature that you have makes up
the synecdoche of beauty that you are
You’re a walking work of art and even if art is for display
art is supposed to make you feel something
and from my eye, you’re a masterpiece
and even without my glasses I’m sure I could clearly
see the sight of beauty you are with my sore eyes
You – I love you

—  what meets the eye.